Forsaken
Ignorance is bliss.
This is why I wish I never knew you.
I would never have missed you.
Remembered the lips I kissed you,
With.
Out.
Of the time we had,
Glad. Every moment.
Sad. When you removed it.
That picture of you I kept on my desk, held close to my heart like the art I created on that same desk in your likeness.
I worshipped you.
Every letter an offering, every sentence a shrine.
There was a time I tore out my heart to you,
Asking you to make the rain stop.
But your thunder continued to roll, unchanged.
Have you forsaken me?
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Posted Sep 1, 2022, 7:29 PM UTC
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